NW 22nd Street

“Don’t turn down that street,

don’t turn down that street,”

I pray to God.

He turns down that street.

We pass a corner.

“Saara? Hello? Saara?”

It’s a phantom in my head.

We see the house at the end of the street.

“Saara, he’s gone.”

“He’s gone.”

We turn onto West University Avenue.